The Eternal Voyager drifted effortlessly through the vast expanse of space, the crew's recent letters from their companions still weighing heavily on their minds. As they sailed forward, the stars shimmering around them, a sense of curiosity filled the ship. Yara guided the vessel toward an uncharted region of the galaxy, a place rumored to hold ancient secrets and untold wonders.
The Realm Lord stood at the prow, his hands resting on the rail as he gazed into the cosmic sea. Drakken, standing beside him, stretched his wings, basking in the light of distant stars. Gorath, ever the eager companion, hovered nearby, his energy barely contained as they neared their next destination.
"It feels like we're on the cusp of something," the Realm Lord mused, his eyes narrowing as a series of small, glowing orbs came into view. "Something ancient, forgotten."
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The Isle of Forgotten Spirits
